Bookstore Poem #501

Back I go to water…

Waters
in all states
of turbulence and calm
skim the ocean
from one shore to the other
bypassing the burning boat
and the sunken ships
meeting sand and shell
in the deep of night
and on into the morning

Don’t ask where the salt comes from

(5 March 2019)


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